Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-11-13

the face of the famous Anarchist. Nobody
was gratified. Repeated calls at the door
failed to elicit any response. The Van
Zandt mansion was tightly closed this
morning. At every window save those in
the upper story of the house the curtains
were drawn so as to wholly shut out the
light. A transparency of August Spies
hung in the parlor window, and was
thrown into relief by the buff curtain be.
hind. Many people glanced up at the
picture as they passed. When reporter
rang the doorbell a neat-lookiDg cOlored
girl opened the door.
'Is Mr.. Van Zandt at home?" was
asked. mo, SIR" replied the girl.
as Miss Van Zandt able to be abOut?"
Eyes"
"will the family attend the funeral to-
morrow"
That was an unfortunate question, for it
shut off the source of information.
Are you a reporter" asked the girl.
"Yes," was the answer.
"Well, then," said she, speaking as
though she was one of the family, I've
nothing to say, sir, because
WE ARE NOT ANARCHISTS
at all, and Mr.. Spies is dead. We only
sympathzed with him, and we've nothing
at all TO say, sir" With that the girl
bowed and closed the door.
''Oh, Albert! Albert, they murdered
yOu,n cried Mrs. Parsons, when she was
permitted to see the body of her dead
husband this morning for the first time
since the execution. The undertaken had
conveyed Parsons body to his residence at
S55 Milwaukee avenue shortly before II
O'Clock. When the street door was opened
Mrs. Parsons was observed, at the head OF
the stairs, dressed in a long black wrap
per. Apparently she had rested little
during the last night, for her eyes were
swollen with much weeping. She was
greatly excited, when she realized that
they were about to bring up her husband
dead, and she Immediately commenced
weeping again. a committee went TO
her and GndeavOred to calm her, but she
grew more agitated, until
THEY ALMOST FORCED
her into her own apartments, and locked
the doors. She would not listen TO their
pleading, and one was left to see that she
did herself no harm while the Others car
ried up the coffin and deposited it on two
chairs in the sitting room. The top OF the
casket was removed and the calm, pale
features exposed.
All the time they were taking of the lid
Mrs. Parsons was struggling in the room
adjoining and calling the name of her hus~
hand.
Little Albert and Lucy, the children,
stood together crying and the widow sitting
in the corner of the room. When the door
was unlocked the widow rushed out and
threw herself bodily on the coffin, an hys-
terical cry escaped her lips, and the poor
woman fell ou the floor in dead faint be-
fore the friends could catch her. The
gathering of morbidly curious Germans
about the street door, heard the cry and a
sensation ran through the crowd. As soon
as Mrs. Parsons had recovered sufficiently
to walk, she ran to her dead, crying and
calling him by name Again she tainted
before her lips could touch the cold face OF
her husband This time friends carried her
away aud would not let her see the corpse
again.
Every thing is all topsy turvy and we
been selected as Chiet Marshall Of the An
archis. funeral tomorrow, ard who has
heretofore always figured prominently in
their professions and displays. He said
this in answer to reporters question rs
he aud tHo or three OF ler Socialists and
memh,rS Of the Central Labor Union stood
N consultation on Milwaukee avenue this
afternoon, near the house in which George
Eogei's remains were on view. A crowd
,Of curious mea, women and children were
c0Dgrvgaisd around the house and al in
cessant stream was passing ~ aud out ot
the room in which Eagel's body was lying
in his crtfin.
at is our present intention" he con-
tinued, ITO carry ont the programme as
already arranged and have a big public
funeral tomorrow, but guess we will 90
down and see Ebersold this afternoon. 1t
is not the members or the owners of the
Aurora Turn Halle who object to having
Spies funeral held there tomorrow, hut
the police They have told the owners
that they would take away their license
unless they keep Us out Of there tO-mOr-
row. The owners can't help themselves,
as our contract with them provides that
any member of the society may be buried
from the hall, aud Spies was member" "
PENITENTIARY FOR LIFE.
Four cofius, suggestive of yesterdays
CHASTITY business were the first objects that
caught the eye the early morning visi-
tor at the Jail to-day as he crossed the court
yard. They were designed for the bodies
of Parsons, Spies, Fischer and Engel. The
undertakes were sent by the friends to
care for the remains, hut the State sup
piled the temporary CofliEs, and these were
stacked in court. Mrs. Schwab and Mrs.
Fielden, who came to see their husbands,
saw them, and with averted eyes passed
them by. The Jail was Il sombre place
this morning. Bailiffs, prisoners, report
ers and visitors had not yet OutwOrn
the grewsOme scenes of yesterday. a
detail Of prisoners in the early
morning scrubbed the Jail from top
TO bottom. The last remnant of the gal
lows had been removed yesterday and
packed away in vacant spot under the
iail Mrs Schwa6 and her two children,
together with Mr.. Schnaubeit, came about
9 O'Clock, and Fielden and Schwab were
removed from their cells. Schwab looked
rather feeble. He brought down stool
and conversed with hiSwife and her mother
for nearly two hours. They were seper-
ated by the partition Of iron bars and
wire netting.
Mrs. Schwab was clad in black, and a
black crepe veil fell in folds from her bon
net, in memory, perhaps, of the previous
DAYS sad events. Mrs. Schnaubelt seemed
the more deeply affected, and from time to
time wiped tears from her eyes. The wild
and frantic little girls
RAISED AN UPROAR
in the cage with their gleeful shouts over
the pennies given them by bailiffs, or over
pictures drawn for them by the reporters.
They were happily unable to understand
their fathers fate. Before the parting
Schwab fondly kissed the children many
times and hugged them, and retired TO his
cell. Mrs. Schwah retired weeping.
Fielden, until his wife came, paced the
corridor, with quick and nervous strides.